The creature lunged with incredible speed, lassoing my wrist with the loop of his false left arm. When the amphisbaena made his move, I thought I was prepared.
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His glistening brown-and-yellow diamond-pattern skin did not seem like the sort of thing one might wear to look more attractive on a dating app, unless one dated boa constrictors. Probably, being a giant snake, he couldn’t wear clothes right off the rack. The amphisbaena’s suit looked expensive and well-tailored. My trembling jaw and sweaty face made it hard to appear nonchalant. The monster sat unnaturally motionless, even for a reptile. Those eyes were definitely glowing, definitely fixed on me.
I considered whistling a carefree tune, then remembered the whole quiet-car thing.įour rows from the monster. I stumbled on my tingly legs, which didn’t help my “look casual” approach. Then I would go to the restroom, because I actually needed to. If the snake didn’t make a move, well, perhaps he really was harmless. At least I would have forced the inevitable confrontation. Hopefully Meg would put down her magazine long enough to come rescue me. If the amphisbaena attacked, I would scream. I decided to stroll down the aisle as if I were simply on my way to the restroom. If only I’d kept a smaller weapon, perhaps a dagger, concealed in my shirt. (I’m sorry, Meg, but those eyes were glowing, not gleaming.) Meg would probably scold me for overreacting. Then again, that would telegraph my hostile intentions. I could retrieve my bow and quiver from the overhead luggage compartment. Most of the time, I was still a pitiful seventeen-year-old boy. Despite my occasional bursts of godly power and skill, I couldn’t count on one when I needed it.
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